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GILES:
Previously on
Buffy the Vampire Slayer--

You are the Slayer.

Into each generation,
a Slayer is born.

-Why don't we start
with, "Hi. I'm Buffy"?
-Xander.

-Cordelia.
-Willow, right?

-Mr. Giles.
-Angel.

(exhales)

Gave me
a pretty good run there.

Bet the blood's just pumpin'.

Bet it's hot.

-Don't hurt me.
-Don't hurt you?

-(laughs)
-(door opening)

-Hey, what's going on?
-(growls)

Help me!
Call the police!

Get outta here, girl.

You guys havin' a fight?

'Cause, you know,
fighting's not cool.

-Get outta here!
-No.

No, she wants to stay.
I don't mind a little appetizer.

Have you ever heard
the expression, "biting off
more than you can chew?"

Okay.

Um, how 'bout
the expression,

-"Vampire Slayer"?
-What the hell
you talkin' about?

Wow,
never heard that one.

Okay, how about,

"Oh, god,
my leg, my leg"?

(snarls)

Oh, god, my leg!

-See?
Now we're communicating.
-(yells)

Wow. Been a long while since
i met one who didn't know me.

You should get home.

How'd you do that?

It's what I do.

But you're--
you're just a girl.

That's what I keep saying.

(theme music playing)

Something going on
out back?

-Vampire.
-Oh.

(sighs)
Anything?

Nothing you want to hear.
The ritual is--

-Explain it again.
-There's nothing new to--

Go through it again.

The key was
living energy.

It needed to be
channeled, poured

into a specific place
at a specific time.

The energy would
flow into that spot.

The walls between the
dimensions break down.

It stops.
The energy's used up
the walls come back up.

Glory uses that time to get
back into her own dimension,

not caring that
all manner of hell

will be unleashed on
earth in the meantime.

Um... But only for
a little while, right?
The walls come back,

Uh, no more hell?

That's only
if the energy is stopped.

And now
the key is human--

is Dawn.

GILES: "The blood flows.
The gates will open.

The gates will close
when it flows no more."

When Dawn is dead.

I have places to be!
(giggles)

Why blood?
Why Dawn's blood?

I mean, why couldn't it
be like a-- a lymph ritual?

'Cause it's
always got to be blood.

We're not actually
discussing dinner right now.

Blood is life,
lackbrain.

Why do you think we eat it?
It's what keeps you going,

makes you warm,
makes you hard,

makes you
other than dead.

Course
it's her blood.

BUFFY: Pretty simple math here.

We stop Glory before
she can start the ritual.

We still have
a couple of hours, right?

If my calculations
are right.

-But, Buffy--
-I don't wanna hear it.

-I understand that.
-No! No, you don't understand!

We are not talking
about this.

Yes, we bloody well are!

If Glory
begins the ritual,

if we can't stop her--

Come on. Say it.

We're "bloody well"
talking about this!

Tell me to kill my sister.

She's not your sister.

No... she's not.

She's more than that.

She's me.

The monks
made her out of me.

I hold her, and I feel
closer to her than--

It's not just
the memories they built.

It's physical.

Dawn is a part of me...

-The only part that I--
-We'll solve this.

We will. Don't have
another coma, okay?

If the ritual starts,
then every living creature

in this and every other
dimension imaginable

will suffer unbearable
torment and death.

Including Dawn.

Then the last thing she'll see
is me protecting her.

You'll fail.

You'll die.

We all will.

I'm sorry.

I love you all,
but I'm sorry.

Okay, all in favor
of stopping Glory
before the ritual--

Suggestions, ideas?
Time's a-wastin'.
(Snapping fingers)

Uh... When you say
you love us all--
GILES AND XANDER: Shut up!

Willow! I bet you've got
some dark spell a-brewin'.

Uh, make her a toad?
Little hoppy toad?

We hit her
with a hammer?
(Tara giggles)

Hoppy toad.
(giggling continues)

What about Ben? He can
be killed, right? I mean,
i know he's an innocent,

but, you know,
not like "Dawn" innocent.

We could kill a--

a regular guy.

God.

It's doubtful he'll surface
again this close to the ritual.

We can expect it's Glory
we're dealing with.

WILLOW: We don't
have to kill her.

We just have to stop her
from doing the ritual.

I mean, there's
only the one time that
she can do it, right?

Yeah. We get her on the ropes,
we just gotta keep her occupied
till it's too late.

Okay. But I'm still
not hearing enough ideas.

She's a God.
Let's think outside the box.

-Why don't you go think
outside the bleeding box.
-Yes, Anya,

apart from
your incredibly
un-infectious enthusiasm,

-have you anything else
to contribute?
-The Dagon Sphere!

-Sorry?
-When Buffy first met Glory,

she found that magical,

glowy sphere that was
meant to repel Glory.

We've got it in the basement.
It might drive her away
or hurt her.

Oh!

And Olaf the Troll God's
enchanted hammer.

You want to fight a God,
use the weapon of a God.

Uh, nah, that thing's
too heavy to--

-Yeah, good.
-I like this.

Thanks.
Here to help.
Wanna live.

Smart chicks
are so hot.

You couldn't have figured
that out in tenth grade?

GILES:
Well, we have some ideas
if we could actually get...

Glory on the run,
but, um--

But we still have no idea
how to find her.

Big day!
Oh, it calls me.

I have to be there!

TARA:
Big day.

They, uh, said you
have to put this on...

for the ceremony.

What if I don't?

Come on. Just--

What if I don't
like the color?

Look, I-- I wish
there was another way.

And I wish you'd fall
on your head and drown
in your own barf, so...

I guess we're
both disappointed.

I think... It'll be quick.

Actually, sir, the bleeding
is quite a slow process,

to give
the portal time to--
Thank you for the information.

-I'll do what I can to--
-Change.

-What?
-Change.

Be her.
I don't want
to look at you.

-Dawn, I don't think you wanna--
-Be Glory.

Be Glory!

-Glory! Glory! Glory!
-Will you just stop

shouting already?

So, what's
the hubbub, bub?

What do you got
against old Benji?

He's a monster.

At least you're
up front about it.

Just don't be
so hard on the boy.

He just
wants to live.

Most guys
would do the same.

Besides, he's probably
the reason your sis and
her little cartoon pals

are still alive.

That little nagging
pinch of humanity...

that makes me go for the hurt
instead of the kill.

Lowering myself to trade
blows with the Slayer

when I should have just
put my fist through her heart.

It's gotta be Ben.

Or maybe you just
can't take her.

Ohh.

-(Dawn gasps)
-(chuckles) Funny thing.

You've been here for a few hours
now, and I haven't seen big sis
galloping in to save you.

She probably knows what
a terrible mistake that'd be.

-She's not afraid of you.
-Oh, no, sweetie baby,

Talkin' about the ritual.

'Cause you know I bleed you,
the portals open.

But once you die,
they close.

The faster you die,
the better for
your sorry species.

I'm bettin'
Buffy knows that.

Since she's not
really your sister,

I'm guessin'
she isn't gonna show.

And if she does...
might not be to save you.

Buffy.

You sure you're not
gonna tire yourself out?
I'm sure.

We're still
working on ideas.

Time's short,
but, uh,

best leave it
to the last moment.

If we go in too early
and she takes us out,

no chance of getting her
to miss her window.

Then we wait.
(grunts)

I imagine
you hate me right now.

I love Dawn.

I know.

But I have sworn to protect
this sorry world,

and sometimes that means
saying and doing...

what other people can't,

what they shouldn't have to.

You try and hurt her,
and you know I'll stop you.

I know.

This is how many
apocalypses for us now?

Oh, uh, well,

six, at least.

Feels like a hundred.

I've always
stopped them,

-Always won.
-Yes.

I sacrificed Angel
to save the world.

I loved him so much.

But I knew...
I was right.

I don't have that anymore.

I don't understand.

I don't know how
to live in this world,

if these are the choices,

if everything
just gets stripped away.

I don't see the point.

I just wish that--

I just wish
my mom was here.

The Spirit Guide told me

that death is my gift.

Guess that means a Slayer
really is just a killer,
after all.

I think you're wrong
about that.

It doesn't matter.

If Dawn dies,

I'm done with it.
I'm quitting.

(whispering)
Everything is prepared.

Okay, campers,
it's almost stab time.
You two, get her.

No! (screams)

Buffy!

-(screaming)
-See ya in a few.

Any luck? Have you found
the Dagon Sphere?

Um,
I'm sure it's here.

-Just be a minute.
-Yeah, we're on it.

Let's look over here,
where we didn't look yet.

GILES:
Time is a factor.

Yes, yes,
not to worry.

(door closes)

So, are you
more relaxed?

-No.
-No?

I mean it sounded
like you, uh...

-arrived.
-No. Yes.

I-- I had
the pleasure moment

and the blissful calm
that comes right after it.

But that only lasted
a couple of seconds,
and now I'm terrified again.

Well,
you don't have to be.

-(gasps)
-What?

Spike's sex-bot.

Why didn't they just
melt it down into scrap?

Maybe Willow
wanted it.

I don't think
Willow feels that way
about Buffy.

I mean, I know she's gone
through a lot of changes, but--

To study it.

Right.

Robotics. Science.

-ANYA:
pervert.
-Other pervert.

And don't frighten me
like that!

God, who-- who would put
something like that there?

Is this supposed to be
some sort of sick joke?

I mean, things
aren't bad enough.

-This is an omen.
-Hey, hey-hey. Shh.

No, no, no, it's an omen!
It's a higher power,

Trying to tell me
through bunnies
that we're all gonna die.

-Oh, god.
-No, it's not.

-It's okay.
-No, you see,

Usually, when there's
an apocalypse, I skedaddle.

But now,
I love you so much
that, instead,

I have inappropriately
timed sex and try to think
of ways to fight a God.

And worry terribly that
something might happen to you.

And also worry
that something'll
happen to me.

And then I have guilt
that I'm not more worried
about everyone else,

but I just
don't have enough.

I'm just on total overload,
and I honestly don't think

that I could be more nervous
than I am right now.

Care to wager on that?

Anya,

you wanna marry me?

Can I take that
as a "maybe"?
You're proposing to me!

Yes.
You're proposing to me
'cause we're gonna die.

And-- and you think
it's romantic and sexy,

and you know you're not gonna
have to go through with it
'cause the world's gonna end!

I'm proposing
to you, Anya,
because it's not.

-You can't know that.
-I believe it.

I think we're gonna
get through this.

I think I'm gonna live
a long and silly life,

and I'm not interested in doing
that without you around.

Oh. Okay.

Okay?

Yes.

I mean, yes.

-No.
-No.

After.

Give it to me when
the world doesn't end.

What have
you got for me?
Some ideas.

Well,
notions or...

theories based on
wild speculation.

Did I mention
I'm not good
under pressure?

I need you, Wil.
You're my big gun.

I'm your--
No, I was never a gun.

Someone else should be the gun.
I-I could be a cudgel...

or-or a pointy stick.

You're the strongest
person here.

-You know that, right?
-Well, no.

Wil, you're
the only person that's
ever hurt Glory... at all.

You're my best shot at getting
her on the ropes, so don't get
a jelly belly on me now.

Well, I do sort of
have this one idea,

but the last few days,

I've mostly been
looking into ways
to help Tara.

I know that shouldn't
be my priority.

Of course it should.

Well, I've been
charting their essences,
mapping out.

I think...
If I can get close enough,

I may be able
to reverse what Glory did,

like take back
what she took from Tara.

It might weaken Glory
or make her less coherent,

or it might make
all our heads explode.

GILES:
Buffy.

I'll try to work it.

Don't worry, love.
It won't be long.

Bitch!
I'm supposed to work
on the factors!

I'm not-- I'm not--

I'm gonna bring you back.

No. No, no,
that's good.

That could be pivotal.
Thank you, guys.

Um, well, then you're
gonna need some--

Way ahead of you.
We have time?

-Yes, if you hurry.
-Oh, okay.

-I'll grab some weapons too.
-I'm looking for something
in a broadsword.

-Don't be swinging
that thing near me.
-Hey, I happen to be--

A glorified bricklayer?

I'm also
a swell bowler.
Has his own shoes.

The Gods themselves
do tremble.
Spike, shut your mouth.

Come with me.

The weapons
are in the chest by the TV.

-I'll grab
the stuff upstairs.
-Uh, Buffy--

If you wanna just hand them
over the threshold--

Come in, Spike.

Hm.

Presto. No barrier.

Um, we won't bother
with the small stuff.

Couple of good axes should
hold off Glory's mates...

while you take on
the lady yourself.

We're not all gonna make it.
You know that.

Yeah.

Hey, I always knew
I'd go down fighting.

I'm counting on you...
to protect her.

Till the end
of the world.

Even if that happens
to be tonight.

-I'll be a minute.
-Yeah.

I know
you never loved me.

I know that I'm a monster.

But you treat me
like a man, and that's--

Get your stuff.
I'll be here.

(wind whistling)

She will come to you soon.

We on schedule?

(Giles grunts)

Yes. It's time.

Wil?

Tara, baby.

Is there somewhere
you should be?

-They held me down.
-No one's holding you.

It's the big day,
right?

WILLOW:
Do you wanna go?

You're a killer.

This is all set down.

Stay close
but don't crowd her.

We'll follow in a minute.
Hey, everybody knows their jobs.

Remember,
the ritual starts,
we all die.

And I'll kill anyone
who comes near Dawn.

Well, not exactly
the Saint Crispin's Day
speech, was it?

"We few...

we happy few--"
We band
of buggered.

-Shpadoinkle.
-What is that?

The portal
must open up there.

BUFFY:
Wil, you're up.

GILES: Need anything?

Could use
a little courage.

The real kind.

But thanks.

You,
what are you doing here?
She's with me.

(Glory, Tara groaning)

What the frickin' hell
did that bitch do to me?

You look fine. Uh, truly.

She made a little--
she made a hole.

Oh, I need
a brain to eat.

Oh, take mine,
O groove-tastic one.

I said a brain,
you worthless dirt.

Big day.
I got places to be.
Big day.

Need a brain.
(chuckles)

Suppose I could
always use yours.

BUFFY: Okay then.

Come and get it.

You don't seem very well.

Your little witch bitch gave me
kind of a headache there.

But if you think
this is going to last
more than eight seconds--

I noticed you're talking,
whereas in your position,
I would attack me.

Oh, most sweaty,
naughty feelings-causing one,
should we--

Go guard the girl.

This is--
this is a, uh--

-Diversionary tactic?
-Go guard!

It's strange.

You're not as blurry
with speed as usual, either.

-The witch--
-It's not her.

Might be this.

I heard it's supposed
to repel you,

so my guess is you probably
shouldn't touch it either.

You're gonna wish you were--

Stand fast! Kill anyone
who dares approach!

This will be
our day of Glory!

Well punned!
Well, it just
called out to me.

-Tara?
-(grunting)

Tara?

Tara?

Willow?

-Tara?
-Willow,

I got so lost.

I found you.

I will always find you.

You know what?

I'm feeling
a little better.

And now
I'm a little bored.

Oh, I'm sorry.
'Cause you're about--

Wow.
The Slayer's
a robot.

Did everybody else know
the Slayer was a robot?

Glory?

You're not the brightest God
in the heavens, are you?

Buffy! I'm up here!

Buffy!

Oh, no, you don't.

Buffy! I'm up here!

Buffy!

(grunts)

Uh!

-Uh!
-(yells)

You lost your hammer,
sweet cheeks.

What are you
gonna hit me with now?

(groaning)

Whatever's handy.

And the glorified bricklayer
picks up a spare.

Has anyone noticed that
we're going backwards?

It's crossed my mind.

As long as Buffy
can keep Glory down

long enough,
it doesn't matter.

There's only a few minutes left
to start the ritual.

(gasps)

You. You can help me.

DAWN: Untie me.

Please.
Help me. She's coming.

Well, it seems
she's running

a bit late,
is the thing.

And, uh,
if Her Splendidness

can't be here
in time to bleed you--

(whispering) Hey, kid.
Wanna see a trick?

(gasps)

How we doing?
So far, it's a tie.

We haven't got up
to Dawn, but then
neither has anyone else.

Someone's up there.

Okay, we gotta charge
or something.
We tried that.

WILLOW (through Telepathy):
Spike, can you hear me?

-Yeah. Loud and clear.
- Is there someone up there
with Dawn?

Yeah. Can't tell who.

-Are you talking to us?
-Get up there. Go now.

-Yeah, but--
- (echoey) Go!

-Ah!
-Get back!

Well,
what do you know?

It's just about
that time.
Spike!

Doesn't a fella stay dead
when you kill him?

Look who's talking.

Come on, Doc.
Let's you and me
have a go.

I... do have
a prior appointment.

-This won't take long.
-No. I don't imagine it will.

-(groans)
-(gasps)

You're just a mortal.
You couldn't understand
my pain.

Then I'll just have to settle
for causing it.

(groans) You can't kill me.

No. But my arm's
not even tired yet.

You don't come near
the girl, Doc.

I don't smell a soul
anywhere on you.

-Why do you even care?
-I made a promise to a lady.

Oh?

-(grunting)
-(gasps)

Well, I'll send
the lady your regrets.

No. (yells)

-(Dawn screams)
-No!

-Stop it.
-You're a God.

-(yells)
-Make it stop.

-(gulps)
-(inhales)

I'm sorry.

Tell her it's over.
She missed her shot.

She goes.

She ever, ever comes
near me and mine again--

We won't. I swear.

-(hammer clanks)
-(coughs)

I guess we're stuck
with each other, huh, baby?

Can you move?

Need a-- a minute.

She could've killed me.

No, she couldn't. Never.

And sooner or later,
glory will reemerge

and make Buffy
pay for that mercy.

And the world with her.

Buffy even knows that,

and still she couldn't
take a human life.

She's a hero, you see.

She's not like us.

Us?

(muffled moans)

(groans, struggling stops)

(agonized cries)

-Shallow cuts.
-(whimpering)

Shallow cuts.

-(agonized cry)
-Let the blood flow...

free.

BUFFY:
Dawn.
Buffy!

This should
be interesting.

(screams)

Come here.

Buffy, it hurts.

BUFFY:
I got it. Come here.
You're gonna be...

Okay.

-Go!
-Buffy, it's started.

MAN:
Watch out! Fire!

(creatures screeching)

Xander!

Anya!

-I'm sorry.
-It doesn't matter.

What are you doing?

I have to jump.
The energy--
It'll kill you.

I know.

Buffy, I know
about the ritual.

I have to stop it.

No.

I have to.
Look at what's happening.

(bellowing)

Buffy,
you have to let me go.

Blood starts it,
and until the blood
stops flowing,

it'll never stop.

You know
you have to let me.

It has
to have the blood.

'Cause it's always
got to be blood.

BUFFY:
it's Summers' blood.
It's just like mine. She's me.

The monks made her out of me.

Death is your gift.

-Death--
-... is your gift.

Buffy, no.

Dawnie, I have to.

No!
Listen to me.

Please, there's not
a lot of time. Listen.

(no audible dialogue)

BUFFY:
Dawn, listen to me. Listen.

I love you.
I will always love you.

This is the work
that I have to do.

BUFFY:
Tell Giles that--

Tell Giles I figured it out,

and-- and I'm okay.

And give my love to my friends.

You have to take care
of them now.

You have to take care
of each other.

You have to be strong.

Dawn, the hardest thing
in this world is to live in it.

Be brave. Live...

for me.

Grr! Arrgh!